Again,
To the very place I so dreaded,
Having locked away all that is me,
How could I do it?
How would I?
Death is not something you make cheap talk with.
It is like the bitter landlord,
Who believes all are against his quest to be rich.
I should not have been toying with the possibility of going to the other side.
Of the chance to see that which I believed was gone forever.
Life is good.
It gives us experiences we never thought we would have.
If you can imagine it,
Then that's not it.
It will probably be better than you imagined.
That's why we say 'unimaginable'.
We can never outdo life.
He who has created enough inspiration for Kings and heads,
Pieces known to bag awards.
Love, death and life,
They all have one thing in common.
They have us.
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